#god i want to publish these stupid things before i die!

[stabbyfoxandrew]

guys, lend me some inspiration or motivation or whatever. i wanna go make a spreadsheet plotting out one of my books TwT

[gyuswhore]

Never Shall We Die [teaser]

«« Nothing is too outlandish when it’s a life of liberty on the line »» 

PAIRING: kwon soonyoung x reader

PLAYLIST: right here!

SYNOPSIS: Deadliest pirate on the high seas or a damn fool?

The stupid King and his men have snatched Hoshi's precious pirate ship with their too clean, too soft hands; grounds to question his own vices. Except, when he and his crew land in the quarters of a navy ship, revenge on their roster, they stumble across a princess in its gallows.

Hoshi wonders if he's just struck gold, or if you'd become the final tread to his downfall.

GENRES: pirate!au, enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut [minor dni], some pirates of the carribean vibes but ? idk

WORD COUNT [full fic]: est. 30k | [teaser]: ~1k

RELEASE DATE: est. May 19th, 2024 - may change

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WARNINGS [!is subject to change upon publishing of the full fic!]: slowburn, being taken hostage, knives, bombs, and guns, mentions of blood, mentions of SA (does not happen and it is not explicitly mentioned), alcohol, mentions of death (patricide), hoshi is ✨selectively moral✨but kind of moral nonetheless, smut tags to be added in the full fic

[AN]: hai i am back with another monstrosity 😃 biggest thank you to @highvern for brainstorming with me and beta-ing for me, this fic would not exist without her!!!!! im super excited for this to come out, its my best work yet and i hope you all like it too!!!!

teaser under the cut!

“Did your stupid father drop you on your head as a baby?” 

Hoshi stands before you under the light of the midnight moon, an incredulous expression on his face. You try to keep the scowl off your own but it proves difficult when his voice pierces your skull. 

You ignore him from your position on the floor, “I know my father, and I know he loathes you enough to finally want you and your incompetent crew gone for good.”

He scratches his chin, “Can’t be that incompetent if he hates us so much.”

“I can help you.”

“You were ready to die than to be on the same ship as us a few hours ago. What’s changed?”

“Perspective,” you shrug in an attempt to remain nonchalant. 

“Are you gonna go back to wailing in the morning then?” 

God, this was going to be the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. 

“You want your ship back and you were hoping for someone less important to exchange it for. But you’re stuck with me and you know it’s not going to end well for you. You need my help.” 

“Why so merciful, miss princess? Are you not on your father’s side?” 

You gulp as discreetly as possible.

“I want something in exchange.”

He raises his eyebrows, staring at you to continue. 

“I want you to kill my father.”

If his eyebrows were raised before, they’ve broken for the skies now. He leans his head back, eyes closing for a moment before reopening, reigning back to you before asking very gracefully; “What?” 

“I want you to kill my father.”

“No, I got that bit,” he snaps. “Your father as in, the King?”

“Yes, as you’ve pointed out far more times than anyone else.” You can’t help but roll your eyes despite the weight of the situation and the hammering in your chest. 

He stares at you in an expression you can’t quite read, and it unsettles you deeply. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve gravely miscalculated, watching as he moves around the mast you’re tied to. Out of the corner of your eye you see the metal glint of a dagger, and you nearly short circuit. 

Is he about to cut my hands off?

You feel a distinct tug at your wrists, the sound of slicing, and the voice in your head asking why it didn’t hurt. 

Suddenly your hands are free, intact and free as you achingly bring them in front of you, wincing audibly at the pain of moving them after so long. 

“You can jump into the water if you’d like, I won’t stop you.” He walks back over, sitting cross legged opposite you, at eye level. 

“What?”

“You’ve clearly gone mad, I’ll find another way to get my ship back.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Of course, and I utterly enjoy having a kingdom’s worth of blood on my hands. Shall I take the entirety of the court down while we’re at it?”

“Why are you acting like you’re above murder? Another part of your strange moral code?” 

“No, no, not above it at all. But I like my head and rather not have it guillotined. They might skim over the death of some too-nosy soldier but I doubt they’d leave me be after I put a bullet between the King’s eyes.”

“I’ll protect you.”

He looks at you for a moment, “Quite reassuring.” 

You sit up straighter, licking your lips as you prepare yourself. “My father isn’t a good man.”

The pirate captain snorts, “Oh, I’m well aware.”

You try not to stare too hard at the still unsheathed dagger that he digs into the floorboards, knifing out splinters in disregard. 

“My father doesn’t want me home, he wants the crown home. He wants me to be a carbon copy of himself, he wants to be in control long after he’s gone.” You try not to grind your teeth too hard but it’s difficult when your father’s face burns behind your eyelids. “I want control over the throne, full control.”

“And your conclusion is to eliminate him.”

“I don’t have another choice.”

“Then what? You’ll pardon me and my crew after we get our hands dirty for you?” he asks, eyes wide in mock hope. 

“Yes. You can do whatever it is that you sail about doing and no one will be of bother. I might ask you for sparing favours. For a wage of course. But other than that, you can live as lawlessly as you wish.”

“You’re asking me to become your personal lackey?”

“Having a queen’s favour is no small feat I hope you’re aware. Besides, it's a leap better than the hoops you’ve been jumping through during my father’s reign.” 

You realised his face had been shrouded by the dark between your negotiating and the clouds that had veiled the moon. Every moment that was supposed to strengthen your understanding of the man that sat across from you only brought you more confusion. 

“You want your ship and freedom of land and sea,” you continue when it’s silent for a beat too long. “I only ask for a small favour in return.”

“I’d argue the miniscule nature of what you’re asking from me,” he scoffs.

“Nothing is too outlandish when it’s a life of liberty on the line.” 

There crawls in the silence once again, the same one that seems to grab you by the throat for every moment that ticks past undisturbed. 

“We’ll have to see to that,” he says, huffing as he gets back on his boot clad feet. You follow him with your eyes as he walks towards the creaky stairs that lead to the lower deck, utterly confused. 

“Where are you going?” you ask, bewildered at his strange behaviour. 

Turning around, just as he had a mere day ago in your quarters and you feel yourself suppressing a shudder. “I have a crew to consult.”

So he was considering it. 

“But you’re the captain.”

“And?”

[aethon-recs]

23 Tomarrymort Recs for 2023 (One-Shot Edition)

Happy birthday to Tom! 🤍 Here's a round-up of some of the most interesting one-shots that I came across in 2023. I tried to include a broad range of tropes and themes and ratings, but I haven't read everything published on AO3 in the past year, so feel free to suggest any others in the comment section or in my ask box!

Criteria for this list: one- (or two-) shot, complete, published in 2023. Can be read in 1 sitting. The 2nd part of this list (23 longfics updated in 2023) coming soon. Happy reading!

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23 Tomarrymort Recs for 2023 — One-Shots

A Deathly Visit by @purplewitch156 (E, 7k, complete)

There once was a wizard who feared Death more than anything.

a dream is a wish by @funkyatheart (E, 5k, complete)

Harry is no stranger to wet dreams. Nightmares too, of course. They mingle, and blend together in all the wrong and most alluring ways.

A Total Absence of Light by @crowcrowcrowthing (E, 8k, complete)

My name is Tom Riddle, and I am the Boy Who Lived. Something happened to turn Harry Potter into the Dark Lord, and I will do whatever it takes to learn his secrets. I don’t care that he killed my parents. I don't care that he stole my childhood. All I want is to earn the right to call myself his apprentice.

and you'll forget who i have been by @apodius (M, 3k, complete)

Tom hugs you, and for a second you relax. And then you feel a sting on your bicep through your shirt, and the world goes fuzzy.

Anniversary by @vdoshu (E, 4k, complete)

There’s a feather-light touch to Harry’s scar, one that lingers before trailing around the side of his face, coming to rest over his lower lip and tugging it slightly. Harry steels himself, then opens his eyes. “Hello, husband,” he says, facing Voldemort’s hungry gaze. “Happy anniversary.”

Apotheosis by @duplicitywrites (M, 7k, complete)

Growing up side by side with Harry Potter, beloved prophecy child, Draco learned two very important things: One, Voldemort was a god, terrifyingly monstrous and more powerful than any wizard on the planet. And two, Harry Potter was his.

Banish Me to the Garden of Eden by @contrarywiseizybel (M, 7k, complete)

Harry Potter had expected the green of the killing curse, not the red of a stunning spell. He couldn't have guessed that Voldemort would discover the truth first, and chose to trap his wayward horcrux. And in his new cage there is a very simple rule: behave and be rewarded, act out and be punished. He had been asked to die, never told to live.

Cicatrize by @noumena-writes (T, 5k, complete)

When hit with Voldemort's killing curse, Harry awakens in King's Cross. Only thing is, Dumbledore is not the one waiting for him there.

Frigid by @mrviran (E, 3k, complete)

In which one of Voldemort's Horcruxes is broken, and needs to be fixed.

Game On by penn_and_paige (T, 13k, complete)

Tom Riddle didn't pay attention to Harry Evans — that is, of course, until Evans tried to kill him.

haunt me, then by i_am_a_tree (M, 5k, complete)

"Death," Potter says, an inexplicable expression on his face that Voldemort instinctively does not like, “is quicker and easier than falling asleep."  Voldemort does not deign that statement with a reply.

Honeyguide by @cannibalinc (E, 7k, complete)

“I need an Alpha," Tom states. "Someone older. Someone already established within the Ministry with strong connections. Someone kind, a bit stupid, and rich. A Pureblood, ideally. Someone who will soften my image.”

I'm Starving, Darling (Let me put my lips to something) by @winterdeath81 (E, 1k, complete)

Harry thought for a long time he didn't like kissing until he finds that he doesn't mind doing it with Voldemort.

Insatiate by @vdoshu (E, 2k, complete)

Voldemort stole both Harry and the Philosopher’s Stone, and doomed Harry to live a half-life. That was ten years ago.

it's kind of tripping me up babe, i've got it bad for you by @limonium-anemos (E, 3k, complete)

This could've been prevented if they were paying attention, Voldemort thinks. In which they get isekai'd into a cursed erotica book.

liquid luck by @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger (E, 12k, complete)

Harry is a mermaid who happens upon sea monster Voldemort, who has nefarious plans for her.

Love, Murder, Horcrux by @moontearpensfic (E, 8k, complete)

Tom makes Harry his Horcrux on the night of their wedding anniversary.

Ouroboros by @loneamaryllis (E, 5k, complete)

Red eyes followed Harrie wherever she was, in his class, in the Great Hall, walking down the corridors, out on the grounds. She could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, like scales sliding across her skin, cold, smooth, and prickling every defensive instinct she had.

Research and Development by @cannibalinc (E, 6k, complete)

Primary Objective: Establish with certainty that Subject IS or IS NOT a living Horcrux. Captured audio sample from Subject: You can’t keep me in here forever, Voldemort! Why don’t you come in here and face me, you COWARD! I’m not scared of you! Dumbledore will find me and—

Right in Front of My Salad? by IceLynx (T, 2k, complete)

In which Draco Malfoy is dead in the kitchen, Harry is regretting moving in with his boyfriend, and Tom has never been more in love.

Plains of oblivion by @milkandmoon-ao3 (E, 3k, complete) 

Trapped in the past with no way home, a disillusioned Harry executes a plan to make an ally of the rising Dark Lord and reshape history.

That's Money, Honey by @dividawrites & @duplicitywrites (E, 10k, complete) 

Tom is a dear friend to many beautiful older women who love to treat him like their beloved son by spoiling him with presents. It is the perfect gateway to the perfect lifestyle—one full of frequent spa days, free holidays abroad, and all of the latest fashions. When Auror Harry Potter claims to be investigating Tom's 'inappropriate' relationships, Tom decides the best course of action is to instigate some 'inappropriate' behaviour of his own.

The Boy With the Green Ribbon by @meles-merrivale (T, 6k, complete)

In another world, what Sirius Black finds when he sprints into Godric’s Hollow that Halloween night is bad enough. In this world, it’s so much worse. It’s James—his best friend, his soulmate, the rest of him—dead in the doorway, and vibrant, warm Lily cold on the carpet, and there, standing in his crib seeing things no infant should see, is little baby Harry. And next to him, lying on the crib mattress, is the baby’s screaming head.

Would You Still Love Me? by @chiocchi (M, comic/artwork, WIP)

"Harry, would you still love me if I was a snake?" Harry knows how this question works. No matter how deranged and unreasonable it is, he has to say yes. A notion he may come to regret once Tom's questions start to get darker and oddly specific.

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[preseriesdean]

for @spnficrecfest day seven: tropes 🧡 also check my case fic list which has some more curse-y case fics!

Speechless by candle_beck 11.2k words, rated T, published 2008 Dean loses his voice and their rapport is only moderately impaired.

Crying Talking Sleeping Walking by FrancesHouseman 3.3k words, rated E, published 2016 The witch dies laughing at Dean. It's never a good sign.

Talk around it by @goshen-applecrumbledore 12.8k words, rated E, published 2021, underage “It’s just a truth spell,” Sam tried. “It could be worse.” Dean looked at him like he was stupid. “Yeah, thank God we don’t have a giant, life-ruining secret that we really, really don’t want our dad knowing. Good thing he’s not on his way here right this second.” He scoffed. “Could be worse. Jesus. Good to know you can still lie.”

Heart Shaped Balloon by winsive 18.6k words, rated E, published 2022, underage Sam and Dad are fighting. No surprise, but it's the weekend before Valentine's Day and Dean isn't missing out on the chance to bang a cheerleader just to console his bratty little brother. He does bring back a heart shaped balloon for him, though. It's not supposed to be cursed.

Flood of Water by sevenfists 9.9k words, rated E, published 2006 "Please tell me you know how this happened," Sam said. "Yeah," Dean said. He sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and let his arms fall away from his chest, his clasped hands settling in his lap. His t-shirt clung to him, worn thin from too many washings, and Sam could see the heavy weight of his breasts, his nipples hard in the cold air.

All That Sam by Catchclaw 10.4k words, rated M, published 2012 Dean thinks of himself as an innovator. A sex god. A professional problem solver. And then Sammy gets hit with some hoodoo and all of that shit gets shot straight to hell.

The Talking Cure by Mollyamory 2.4k words, rated T, published 2013 Dean tries to keep his mouth shut, but as much as he wants to keep quiet, he also wants to say--

Desiderata by @dyed-red 45.2k words, rated E, published 2023, incomplete Dean is hit with a curse. It shouldn’t take that much to resolve, could be a gift under other circumstances, but life’s not that simple for the Winchesters.

Out of Context by doctor_idiot 7.2k words, rated E, published 2017 When Sam and Dean keep waking up naked, all over each other, and without recollection of the previous night, the first thing Sam does is dig into the lore to find out what's going on. Dean is more concerned with the question why he always seems to be the one who bottoms.

And Baby You Can Sleep While I Drive by merle_p 8.6k words, rated T, published 2021 “So,” Dean says, hesitantly. “This is a dream then?” Sam blinks, confused. “Well, obviously.” “Huh,” Dream-Dean says and scratches his neck. He shifts awkwardly from his right to his left foot but otherwise stays where he is.

Cupid's Got A Gun by geckoholic 13.5k words, rated E, published 2012, non-con Fuck-or-die, set in early S4. But they've been fucking for years, so that shouldn't be a problem, right? Wrong. Ever since hell, Dean's in no hurry to get that show on the road again. They've tried, and it doesn't work, too many bad memories from what's been done to him downstairs. A case that involves a cursed cross and a vengeful witch takes that choice away from them, though…

(for you and me) i got no alibi by remy 23.4k words, rated E, published 2019 There are people hitting on Sam wherever he goes, and Dean is doing weird things like holding doors open for him and touching him way more than is necessary, and it's all driving Sam up the wall. It doesn't help that he's been in love with Dean for just about forever, and all of it feels like a mockery of something he'll never get to have. Meanwhile, Dean is at his wits' end trying to figure out how he can make Sam realize that he is, in fact, trying to get into his pants.

[chillinglyadventurous]

Taking advantage of the fact that it's Halloween month >:D

Ford with a scientist friend who is very reserved, just work and friendship.

Then Bill Cipher arrives and his main plan was to have a deal with the Scientist!Reader , but the reader is not stupid, so it ends with Bill making the deal with Ford, Bill puts Ford in a complicated situation by making the Reader give in to the deal, but deep down the reader knows he has nothing to fear.

My idea is that the reader, having knowledge of the bizarre things of Gravity Falls, will have a very disturbed head, with the worst things (like the episode that goes into Stan's head but is terrifying) but what could be so terrifying to make Bill back down 🤨

Well give me your opinion on this 😋 have a nice day

So, I’ve had a kind of similar idea before! I just didn’t know how to write it. Still don’t, if I’m being honest.

So, I’m a Chilling Adventures of Sabrina fan. I think mid season 2, I started writing a little fanfiction that happened after the season was over and before season 3 came out. I won’t get into the details because that work has since been deleted along with the AO3 account it was published under.

Anyways, the basic premise was that my OC eventually had more powers than Lucifer, stemming from a deal with God. OC was basically a god herself. Couldn’t die. Died a couple times. Came back from the dead. Super messed up stuff.

Well, I think something similar would translate well into this request. So, basically, you would be this sort of all-powerful being, but you would just want a ‘normal’ life, basically. With the same intentions Bill had lied about having, you knew Ford was a great mind. You had sought him out to teach him the mysteries of the universe. You work well with Stanford. When he eventually brings Fiddleford around, you work well with him too.

You look human. Nothing about you seems odd. Even if you did do something odd, it was Gravity Falls. No one would have noticed.

After Ford made his deal, he didn’t tell you, but you knew. You could just tell it was Bill. There had been a prophecy, the same one Ford had found and used to summon Bill. You see, either the entire zodiac could defeat Bill or you could. Ford was the six fingered hand and you, being all powerful as you were, knew that. Not that it wasn’t obvious to begin with.

The only way he could beat you, destroy the prophecy, was if you made a deal with him. If you did that, he wouldn’t need the portal or the rift to take over dimension 46’/. His deal would give him his physical form, but you were too smart for that.

However, one night after Fiddleford had gone home/was asleep, Bill would come in, dressed in Ford’s skin. He would threaten to kill Ford, your now good friend. You would panic because Bill was more than capable. You wouldn’t let that happen. So, you shake his hand, but, somehow, the deal isn’t complete.

He enters your mind. At first, once he’s in there, it’s a bit darker than he had expected. Nothing seems too off and he thought it would be easy. He shuffles through your mind only to find what he thinks he’s looking for. Behind a door covered in chains, he sees it. You had orchestrated the whole thing. You were the one who had controlled him to make him destroy his own dimension in an attempt to weaken him.

The master of mind games had been manipulated. You were too powerful for him and, unlike Ford, you couldn’t be tricked so easy. You’d kill him. It was only a matter of time.

After all of this is where it could either become some sort of AU or keep with canon. If the story verged into AU territory, that could be it. There could be some grand showdown in the mindscape. Anything is possible, obviously.

On the flip side, it could keep with canon. The journals/Book of Bill which I still haven’t read because it’s been sold out where I am said Bill left for a while. Ford wondered where he was. Bill could have backed down for a little bit, hoping to keep off your radar. Does could still get sucked into the multiverse. Maybe it’s you who shows him the truth about Bill. The possibilities are endless.

All in all, I think this is an amazing idea! Apart from what I’ve gotten into here, there’s a million ways this could go. There’s a possibility of so many twists and turns!

[ruegarding]

Hey, quick question if you don't mind me asking, what were your thoughts on Chalice of the Gods?

overall, i wish rick stopped at toa like he said he was going to. the more rick adds, the more the world-building suffers as a result. that being said, i didn't completely hate cotg like i thought i would. there's a few good moments, but, in general, it reads like a cash-grab.

let's start with the good. percy has some of the most in-character moments he's had in the universe since pjo.

percy's confrontation w geras was so good that i actually wish this was part of percy's character arc in hoo. percy spent almost all of pjo knowing he was going to die—he saw the fates cut the string in tlt and in som he put together what the prophecy meant: he was going to die either at or before 16. and this is exactly why this confrontation works and why i think it's better than new rome. new rome can protect a demigod from monsters, not from fate. percy wasn't scared of monsters. if he was, he would've stayed at chb year-round.

and i really like that geras was willing to entertain percy bc he had turned down godhood. like the first time percy ever thinks abt immortality seriously (in botl) this is what he has to say:

so immortality is fundamentally at odds w percy's character bc he defines himself so thoroughly w the ppl he loves. and this is exactly what allows him to get through to geras! it's such a good exploration of percy's character and the future he's now able to consider.

similarly, this section

is more in-character than almost all of hoo. this is a prime example of how percy's loyalty works and addresses how it's misconstrued in fandom. percy has a desire for freedom, and that desire informs how he respects ppl. percy's loyalty isn't a possessive "i won't let you do this" bc he will, he will always let someone make their own choice at the end of the day bc it's what he would want. and this was actually established in tlt, when sally says "you're enough like me to understand" and asks percy to let her save herself. so percy lets bianca fight talus, he lets nico walk away, he gives luke the knife, he lets ganymede choose his own story, even when he disagrees w it. and this is why percy's arc in hoo sucked! rick tried to give percy the typical hero complex, but it's contradictory w percy's character. so when i saw this passage i was so relieved. i thought this part of percy died w pjo.

also, to talk abt someone other than percy, this moment

is good. i love this abt annabeth.

and grover saying the hardest thing is sitting by and not being able to do anything. bc grover is usually in a support role and he wasn't there at all in hoo. i also like that percy is confronted w the fact that he's not expendable. thumbs up from me.

the bad...i'm just going to keep short bullet points.

what even is this plot

it doesn't work as part of pjo and yet it's marketed as the sixth book in the series

why is zeus a disney villain. i hate everything abt it

the inconsistencies...annabeth's cap...why are we continuing to treat percy like he's disinterested in learning??? also. what do you mean you're not allowed at camp after you turn 18? WHAT DO YOU MEAN????? this was not a thing. and wasn't rhea in hiding or something?? now she's casually having brunch?

there's too much "percy is the stupid bf and annabeth is the competent gf who takes care of him." i hated every second of this. also annabeth is disabled. her being intelligent does not remove her disability. she struggles.

i rbed that post abt disaster cook annabeth and good cook percy and i stand by that.

the power monologue makes no damn sense (and another addition by op in the tags)

no seriously i'm begging someone to have a real conversation and understand percy is terrified of how powerful he is. i've been waiting for this since botl. WHICH WAS PUBLISHED IN 2008 BTW

i'm not a huge estelle or paul fan. like they're fine they're just not compelling.

the only time i feel sally and percy have the same connection as they had in tlt is when they're alone. this is a problem i've had for a while, but cotg does not fix it. when paul and annabeth are in the equation, it feels like percy is the outsider.

in summary, cotg is like a fanfic i would leave kudos for being a good percy character study despite having questionable moments. except it's canon. and these questionable things affect the world-building.

[kirstysedgman]

The Reasonableness Theory of Good Omens

I’ve never done a Tumblr post before, but I’m going to have a go at it now, because the heaven/hell logics in the original Good Omens book (see also: the tv show The Good Place and also Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series generally) were foundational to the development of my theory of human behaviour – and I think it now explains A LOT about the Aziraphale/Crowley ending of Good Omens 2, and also what’s going wrong with us as a society.

So long story short – I’m a Cultural Studies academic at the University of Bristol, and I recently published a ‘smart thinking’ book called On Being Unreasonable: Breaking the Rules and Making Things Better (in bookshops now with Faber & Faber!). Here I explain how demands to “just be reasonable!” have been weaponised throughout history to halt social progress, from the suffragettes to Stonewall to the Civil Rights movement, up to the uproar over Black Lives Matter and Just Stop Oil protests today. Basically, what I think biblical-satire shows like Good Omens and The Good Place are satirising is exactly this: the inherent moral UNREASONABLENESS of the ���reasonable person’, who wants things to be better but isn’t willing to break any rules to achieve it – even if those rules are bafflingly unfair and nonsensical (like the Job plotpoint, where Aziraphale began to realise this for the very first time).

When I say the ‘reasonable person’, I’m talking about the ‘moderate’ whom Dr Martin Luther King famously described in his Letter from Birmingham Jail as being almost worse than the ‘evil’ side of the out-and-out racist. This is the so-called ‘good’ side, who talk the language of progress whilst getting in the way of any attempt to realise it because they are “more devoted to ‘order’ than to justice”. In On Being Unreasonable I trace an overarching tendency to value the APPEARANCE of reasonableness (calm voices, shiny smiles, dapper suits) over the messy impoliteness of standing up and fighting back. In other words, rather than Heaven being the good guys and Hell the bad guys, Good Omens exposes how BOTH sides end up doing bad things because they’re unwilling to rebel against authority, break unjust rules/laws, and actually do what is RIGHT. We saw this especially clearly, I think, in the hell fire/holy water scene: one side might be ugly and the other side beautiful, but both sides are shown to be monstrous. “Just shut your stupid mouth and DIE already!” is still evil even though it’s said through a smile rather than a scowl.

This is where Crowley comes in. Crowley sees Heaven for who they really are. And this is why he resents being called ‘nice’ – because the qualities of niceness have historically been used as cover for tremendous evil – like how God’s ineffable command to kill Job’s children was morally horrifying, but how the Angels’ smiling promise to replace them with new children made a terrible thing seem like an act of divine grace. In many ways I’m saying nothing new here at all, I know – ‘omg the good side are actually the baddies! gasp!’ is hardly a novel literary interpretation. But it’s a bit more complicated than just that. What I’m talking about here is the specific sociopolitical mechanism by which reasonable appearances have been confused with actual moral goodness – and how this impulse to see ‘nice’ and think ‘good’ has historically been weaponised against us. It’s this that Good Omens really exposes. As I say in On Being Unreasonable, we can see this everywhere. “Think about the honeyed gentility of the American South, where smiling courtesy provided cover for simmering racial violence. Think about the buttoned-up laced-down aggression of the white imperial invader, sitting on their verandas in the Indian sunshine sipping tea. Think about the polished performances of the Nazis, with all their approving 1930s newspaper articles about impeccable manners and rarified tastes in art and dress”. In fact, there’s even an adjective for this: ‘Minnesota Nice’, which is often used as a backhanded compliment to refer to people who avoid confrontation in favour of a veneer of false politeness, and for whom calling out homophobia/racism/misogyny/etc is unforgivably rude. Nice, in this sense, can never be good, because it is being used to advance evil.

In Good Omens, what we saw is how deeply Aziraphale longs to break free from this logic, but how he can’t yet quite manage to free himself from that sense of reasonable idealism – the belief that surely the ‘good’ side of this broken system can be reformed from within. Meanwhile, Crowley is clearly being depicted as a fallen Angel in the true sense – someone who realises that the system itself is rotten to the core, and is willing to ask the hard questions and break rules in pursuit of truly moral actions, even if it costs him everything. Crowley has bitterly learned never again to make the mistake of confusing order with justice; this is a lesson that Aziraphale still needs once and for all to learn.

In the conclusion to On Being Unreasonable I set out a kind of matrix of behaviour to explain all this, where the Unreasonably-Unreasonable people are – like Hell! – “the deliberate contrarians and hate-speech purveyors and greed-is-good libertarian individualists, who think they can say and do whatever they want without consequences no matter the harm to anyone else”. Meanwhile, like Heaven, a lot of self-professedly progressive people seem to have become “so determined not to be like them that we’ve become something just as bad” – namely, Unreasonably-Reasonable people, “obsessed with tone-policing and respectability politics and endless toothless debate, happy to act the devil’s advocate and platform hate-speech and injustice so long as everyone appears to be doing it politely”. What I think we’ll see unfolding in Good Omens 3 is the revelation that what the world ACTUALLY, desperately needs is more people like Crowley, the Reasonably-Unreasonable people on whom social progress has always depended: “those who understand that civic dissent and smashing down racist statues and no-platforming bigots might sometimes be the only way to make the world a better place”.

So if God (and Neil Gaiman) really does have an ineffable plan then maybe it was this. Crowley needed to fall then, and Aziraphale needs to try to reform Heaven and fail spectacularly now, in order for us all collectively to rid ourselves of that morally-unreasonable urge to seem reasonable in the face of great injustice forever.

[jovenshires]

~hold my hand ,  i don’t want to lose track of you~

either with Spencer/Tommy or just whichever pairing first comes to mind when you read this prompt!

Your writing style is so nice, I'll enjoy it no matter the pairing <3

aw thank you so much!!! <3 i am a spommy girlie til i die so here ya go. this became, unfortunately, a full-blown fic, so i put most of it under the cut and i published it to ao3 here! challenging myself to write from tommy's pov (i torture spencer agnew enough fr), pls enjoy <3 (ps the video i am referencing is this video right here!) send me a prompt & pairing!

Spencer Agnew must be a sadist. That's the only explanation for all this - the looming long hallway in front of him; the low, menacing music; the flickering lights. He can feel his hands shaking, his eyes darting around - he just prays to God Shayne doesn't notice.

But he's Shayne, so of course he notices. He gives him a comforting smile and says, "It'll be fine. Spencer's gonna walk you through the whole thing so you can get used to the scares and mark your exit."

Tommy glances at Spencer, who wiggles his eyebrows. He looks like he’s enjoying the whole ordeal, the sick bastard. Spencer, he knows, is a fan of haunted houses, but Tommy didn’t know he was also a fan of making Tommy’s life a living hell. Tommy just sighs and turns back to Shayne. "I just don't understand why I have to go through it while it's running. I mean, all I need to know is where my exit is, right?"

Kiana had run the joke by him before she'd put it in, and Tommy had agreed, though a little hesitantly. He's never been the biggest fan of haunted houses or anything, and he's not sure how good he's gonna be at scaring anyone. But Spencer helped Kiana make the damn thing, so when they came up with the premise, Tommy was the only logical option. Spencer even volunteered him, and then doubly volunteered to be the one to walk him through it. That is why Tommy blames Spencer for the probable cause of his early death in the middle of this stupid haunted house. Well, that and the fact that Spencer's grinning at him like the cat that ate the canary. Tommy thinks he has the right to be a little annoyed.

"Think of it like a dress rehearsal," Shayne is saying. "We get to see if it's actually scary, you get to know what's going to happen in advance. Look, you'll be totally fine; no one's gonna touch you, and Spencer will walk you through the whole thing." Shayne, probably the best guy Tommy's ever met, reaches out and puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. Promise."

Tommy takes a shaky breath but nods. He glances over his shoulder just in time to see Spencer give Shayne a thumbs up. With one last look between the two of them, Shayne puts on his black morph suit mask and takes off, ready to become part of the haunt. Tommy turns to Spencer, whose smile becomes more gentle without the presence of company. "You know I won't let anything happen to you, right?" he asks, and, weirdly, it sounds pretty sincere. Reassuring, comforting. Caring. Despite his surprise, Tommy nods again. Spencer smiles and, without another word, leads them into the maze.

He tries to follow at a distance. Keyword: tries. But within a minute, someone stands up and ambles towards them, limbs bent at awkward angles, face hidden behind a mask, and Tommy jumps and hides behind Spencer. Spencer laughs, and for a moment, Tommy thinks he's being laughed at - but Spencer just smiles at him again. The same gentle one as before. "Come on, I've got you," he says, and gestures toward the next section.

It should be noted that Spencer isn't well-known for his sincerity. In fact, he's actually pretty famous for a lack thereof. He doesn’t like to be vulnerable or talk about his emotions, or have emotions in the first place. He has a tough exterior that bristles each time you try to get past it. But strangely, Tommy feels warm and, even more strangely, he feels safe. Like Spencer really does have him. Maybe it should also be noted that Tommy doesn't really make a habit of being had. He values his independence and he's stubborn by nature; he's used to doing everything alone. But something about this - about Spencer's soft smile, about his own shaking hands - makes him want to try. So he follows Spencer forward.

They do take a moment to laugh at the cheesy light-up spiders on the wall, watch as their shadows block them out, as Tommy's hand reaches up to touch one. But Tommy's reprieve is short-lived, and not even a moment after, he jumps as someone - Alex, he thinks, but the Scream mask obscures his face from view - jumps out and tosses something at him. He screams, and although he can't seem to hear himself, he can feel it, the air pushing out of his chest and his mouth opening wide. His hand reaches for Spencer's arm on instinct. To his credit, Spencer just stands there and takes it. He's still smiling, but it looks fond, and he doesn't push away. He waits patiently. When Tommy stops to catch his breath, he bends down to pick up the note and holds it out to him.

"Thanks," Tommy murmurs. His embarrassment must be evident, in the red in his red face and the tremble in his voice. "And sorry. I'm acting so insane right now."

"Hey, you've got nothing to apologize for," Spencer says. Tommy has to stop thinking about how kind he's being before he drives himself even further insane.

Instead, he opens up the note. Turn around, it reads in bright red block letters, and Tommy takes a deep breath. "I don't wanna," he mutters.

The comment was more for himself than anything, but Spencer picks up on it. "Are you okay? You can tap out," he offers. But Tommy shakes his head.

"No, it's fine, it's fine." Sure, he's scared. But he's also here with Spencer. So it's kind of a win-lose situation.

He looks behind him to see the hallway light up, and honestly, he takes a moment to be very impressed with Kiana's handiwork. That was a great lighting queue. Then his eyes settle on Heidi and Erin, and all bets are off. First, he starts to laugh. Then, they start to run, and his laughter quickly turns to screaming.

"Oh, fuck! Jesus Christ!" He turns again, an involuntary flinch, and positions himself so that he's facing Spencer.

After a moment, Spencer says, "It's okay, man, they're gone."

Tommy nods and stands up a little straighter, sighing. "Hey, can I ask you a favor?" Spencer nods, and Tommy's a little afraid he's gonna say some shit like ‘anything,’ and right now, he really can't handle that. So he continues: "When I inevitably die of a heart attack in here, just leave me behind. It'll be really embarrassing and I'd rather you didn't see it."

Spencer laughs and shakes his head. "Come on, you baby," he says, and Tommy definitely doesn't imagine him dropping the 'you' in that sentence, and he definitely doesn't immediately follow Spencer's lead without a second thought.

Tommy should just leave. He should quit, tell Spencer to do it himself, say he’s out and head home. But no matter how much he thinks it, he knows that he won’t. Because Tommy's problem is this: Spencer is a real pain in the ass. He's annoying, he never knows when he's taken a joke too far, his sense of humor is too deadpan, he's never had a functioning emotion in his life. By far, he’s one of the most agitating people Tommy knows.

But he also knows Tommy's coffee order. He doesn't drink, but he asks Tommy about bartending anyway. Tommy's pretty sure he's memorized Tommy's favorite movies and his birthday and everything else about him. He's pretty - he's got this unruly curly hair and those beautiful eyes. And a sweet, soft smile. And Tommy likes him, he likes spending time with him, and he wants him. Maybe more than he's ever wanted anybody.

So, yeah, he'd walk through hot coals if the guy asked him to. A little haunted house is nothing.

They wander past some other stupid decorations - a skeleton in Lisa's office and a scary mask hanging from the ceiling. Then, he spots it - 'Full Time Cast Only.' He laughs a little. "Thought you'd like it," Spencer says. He almost sounds... proud? Like he's glad his silly little joke made Tommy laugh, even though Tommy already knew the punchline.

"Yeah," Tommy says, "I think they're gonna like that one."

Spencer smiles and nods, saying, "I think Rachel's gonna come out in, like, a mask and drag you away. I told her to be gentle, so she shouldn't scare you or anything."

He doesn't stop talking, he continues, saying something about how Tommy should be sure to walk through the door last, but Tommy isn't listening. He's staring at Spencer. He told Rachel to be gentle. Granted, Tommy is pretty sure Rachel couldn't hurt a fly, but - Spencer was looking out for him. Some part of Tommy, a stubborn and prideful part, doesn't want to be handled with kid gloves. He doesn't need gentle or kind. He can handle himself just fine, and he knows, at the end of the day, that it's just Rachel in a mask. But another part - a more traitorous and dangerous part, that wants to run his fingers through Spencer’s hair and kiss the smile off of his face - really, really likes being had.

He's pretty sure he interrupts Spencer when he says: "Thank you."

Spencer seems thrown off, shutting his mouth and blinking. "What?"

"For. You know, the Rachel thing. Thanks."

There goes that smile again. Tommy is beginning to wonder if it's reserved just for him. "Of course." Tommy thinks again of when he was pretty sure Spencer would have said ‘anything.’ As if he'd do anything for Tommy. He feels something that strangely feels like happiness settle in his chest.

Tommy is ready to call this day a success - he got to spend some time with Spencer, he learned his mark for the shoot later, and he only got a little terrified. All in all, he’d call that a win. But just as he goes to walk back towards the bullpen, Spencer opens the door. "Shall we?"

Tommy looks from him to the open door and back again. "Aren’t we done? I’ve got my mark, right?"

It might be the lighting, or maybe his mind playing tricks on him, but Tommy thinks he sees disappointment briefly flicker across Spencer's face. "It's a dress rehearsal. Let's give 'em someone to scare." There's another long moment, where it’s clear that Tommy's unsure, and then Spencer leans in a little and says, "Come on. I won't let anything hurt you, promise."

(Tommy never said he wasn’t weak.)

Beyond the door are the bathrooms which, to be honest, Tommy has a hard time finding particularly scary. They're bathrooms. He once saw Erin put a Leonardo DiCaprio cutout in one of them. But the door to one of them is ajar, and he feels a tingle of curiosity and anxiety down his spine regardless. "Well?" Spencer whispers, and he does whisper, close to Tommy's ear, sending a tingle of something else entirely down his spine. "Go ahead."

And Tommy does. Hot coals, remember?

Luckily, there's nothing inside. Just a pitch-black room, the vague outlines of the toilet and sink emerging blearily in the darkness. Spencer snickers at Tommy's sigh of relief. "Shut up," Tommy mutters, though there’s no real heat behind it.

They make their way down to the other door - it's closed, but Tommy still expects the scare. He glances at Spencer, who shrugs.

BANG BANG BANG. Tommy jumps back, and Spencer shakes his head, opening the door. Shayne stands on the other side in his black morph suit. "Nothing to be scared of," Spencer promises. His voice is low and quiet, pitched just for Tommy to hear.

On another day with another person, Tommy would say something like, 'I know that, I'm not a kid.' He'd snap and huff and cross his arms. But here and now with Spencer, he just nods. He's not sure what that says about him.

Shayne takes down his mask. "Having fun?" he asks. He's grinning, his eyes dancing with delight. Tommy can tell he's enjoying hosting this almost as much as Spencer and Kiana enjoyed making it.

Tommy doesn't have the heart to say no. "Yeah, a blast, man," he says. It's not even a lie. Not really. Well, it's not far enough from the truth that he feels bad about it, anyway. Spencer snorts, though, and Tommy elbows him.

Shayne directs them through to the next room, the kitchen, where Garrett leers at them from behind his counter. Tommy can't help but roll his eyes. Much like the bathrooms, unfortunately, Garrett is something they just can’t make scary. "Hey, Gar, what's cooking?" he asks. He can’t help the monotone sarcasm, and he takes delight in how it makes Spencer laughs.

“Not much, Tommy,” Garrett replies. “Just making my next meal… Wanna eat? Or yeet?” To emphasize the word yeet, he holds up a rubber eyeball. It dangles in the air, looking, well - Tommy doesn’t know a nicer word for ‘lame,’ but he also doesn’t know a better one.

That’s when Tommy notices the other props in front of him. A rubber head, a particularly cheap-looking leg, and some other phony body parts are laid across the countertop. It’s almost too cheesy - Tommy can’t help but laugh. Spencer laughs again too, and soon, they both shaking and wheezing. They’re not really laughing at anything in particular - sure, the rubber hand looks really dumb poking out from Garrett’s crockpot. But in a broader sense, Tommy thinks it might just be that strange feeling of happiness bursting out of him. Because no matter how miserable this is - no matter how many stupid jump scares get to him, or how many times he embarrasses himself in front of all his coworkers - at least he's with Spencer. He wouldn't want to do this with anyone else.

Tommy glances up to see Garrett's face pulled into a pout. He looks like a toddler; it doesn’t do him any favors in the scare department. "Guys, come on, I know I'm not that scary, but…"

He shakes his head and tries to stifle his giggles. "No, Garrett, it's not you, I swear." He glances down at the body again and bursts into more uncontrollable giggles. Spencer, for his part, is laughing so hard he’s nearly in tears.

“Oh, yeah? Well, what about this?” Garrett takes a meat cleaver from behind his back and slams it into a cutting board in front of him. It does take Tommy by surprise, but it only manages to turn his laugh into a hiccup, which then makes Spencer wheeze.

“Alright, alright, we’re out of here,” Spencer says. He puts a hand on Tommy’s shoulder and guides him forward, both sniffling in the aftermath of their laughter as they go.

“Sorry Garrett!” Tommy calls over his shoulder.

“You’ll get ‘em next time, bud,” Spencer adds.

They step out into the next part, a random section of the bullpen. They take a moment to compose themselves, wiping the tears from their eyes and catching their breaths. “Oh my God,” Spencer murmurs. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” Tommy says, finally standing up, recovering from how winded he was. “I just hope he gets some good scares in later. I feel a little bad for laughing.”

Spencer grins. “I’m proud of you, actually, you did really well in there. Even when he brought out the meat cleaver. Look at you, getting all brave all of the sudden.”

Tommy shrugs. “Maybe you make me a little brave.”

Spencer looks surprised by that. Tommy surprised himself, to be honest - he didn’t think he was going to say that. He’s not even sure what the implications of it are. But he does know that he means it. ‘I won’t let anything hurt you,’ Spencer had said, and for some reason, Tommy believed it.

There’s another moment of silence, then Tommy looks around. “So, where to next?” he asks.

Spencer doesn’t have the time to answer the question before the noise of a drill starts up, and Selina climbs from under her desk, shouting at them. After a quick shared look, Tommy and Spencer run past her, through to the next section. They also pass Rachel in a conference room, wielding a buzzing chainsaw, before bursting through another door. Tommy’s not sure what’s part of the maze and what’s not at this point, but Spencer seems to know where he’s going, and he’s pretty sure he’d follow him anywhere.

The door swings open and falls shut after they step through, and Tommy finds himself enveloped in darkness. There’s nothing in front of him, next to him, or behind him - only the pitch-black void of the studio. “Shit,” he says. “I can’t see anything.”

His eyes struggle to adjust to no avail. He’s fairly certain Spencer’s beside him, but only because he can hear him breathe. They are surrounded by nothingness, and for a moment, that initial fear returns. The creeping feeling of tension. The idea anyone could pop out at any time looming over him, but this time, he wouldn’t have Spencer to make him brave. He can’t even see him. Hell, at any moment, he might disappear and leave Tommy alone. Like he said, Spencer doesn’t know when the joke’s gone too far - and he wonders if leaving him here, alone, could be the beginning of a cruel joke.

Suddenly, though, Spencer speaks. “Here. Hold my hand.” He fumbles around in the darkness for a moment before his hand finds Tommy’s. It’s warm and rough and comforting as he interlaces their fingers. Tommy calms almost instantly. “I don’t want to lose track of you.”

Whether it’s the truth or a flimsy excuse, Tommy does not know nor care. What he does know is this: Spencer is here, and Tommy is okay. He’s fairly certain the two are connected, but he doesn’t care to examine how. Instead, he squeezes Spencer's hand and lets him pull him to the next section.

They shuffle forward, hand-in-hand now, towards the equipment room. Finally, the lights flicker on, and once again Tommy only has a moment to mentally commend Kiana for her work before his eyes adjust to the light and he notices Heidi and Erin. “Come play with us,” they say in unison.

“No thanks, we’re good,” Tommy calls out. “You guys are killing it, though, extremely fucking weird.” Spencer laughs again, a small thing, and tugs him forward by the hand. Tommy sees both Heidi and Erin’s eyes flick towards it, and he knows instantly how fast the rumors will spread. Fine - let them spread. He’s not sure how much he cares.

Once they move past them, he finally sees it: a tall, billowing hallway, made of what looks like trash bags. Two pillars stand on either side, covered in bloody handprints and lining the entryway. The lighting as they draw closer is even worse, and Tommy’s certain that the inside is going to be pure nightmare fuel. “Oh, fuck, don’t tell me we’re going in there,” he says.

Spencer squeezes his hand. “It’s fine. I’m here with you, remember?” He wonders how he could possibly forget.

He follows Spencer as he pushes open the makeshift curtains and leads him in. Tommy takes a look around - the hallway stretches out a little, but otherwise, it looks fairly normal. That is, until he spots the door to the side of them. Hands pop out and rustle the curtain, showing them the way, and Tommy jumps again, his shoulder bumping into Spencer’s chest as he backs up. “You okay?” Spencer asks.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Tommy says, and pulls Spencer with him into the next room.

They both duck through the shelves of the prop room, Tommy’s back craining with the strain, and find themselves on the other side in a red-lit area. It’s littered with those fucking mannequins - Tommy hates these stupid things. Cassie dressed up as one for the hide and seek, and ever since, they’ve given him the creeps. Seems as if they’re just piled on the floor, though, and through his trepidation, Tommy almost breathes a sigh of relief. Almost.

The one on the bottom of the pile wails as it scrambles off of the ground. Tommy screams again, matching it in pitch, and instinctively turns into Spencer and pushes him back through the shelves. He uses the other hand not in Spencer’s to grab his shirt, and he tucks his face into Spencer’s neck.

The curtains close behind them, and he’s fairly certain he hears Cassie laughing on the other side. That’s right - it’s Cassie. It’s not some living mannequin, and he’s fine, and he’s here with Spencer - whose personal space he’s currently invading. He takes a deep breath, feeling the shake of it reverberate against Spencer’s skin, and pulls away. The look on Spencer’s face is an odd one, a mixture of what looks like shock and fear. He seems like he’s holding his breath, too. Tommy wonders if he’s crossed a line. “Sorry,” he murmurs. He feels himself smile nervously, and he glances towards Spencer’s mouth - slightly parted, pink and pretty even in the dim light of the hall. “Guess I’m not as brave as I thought, huh?”

Spencer kisses him.

He’s caught off guard, and so for a moment, he does nothing. He keeps his hands still, his breathing even, and every part of him freezes. Spencer pulls away and looks up at him. There’s a beat where neither of them say anything.

“Wait, I…” Tommy murmurs. But he has no idea what he’s going to say. What could he possibly say in this moment? So he simply chases Spencer’s mouth and kisses him back.

He does let go of Spencer’s hand then, because he gives into what he’s always wanted and reaches up to tangle his fingers in Spencer’s hair instead. It’s soft and easy to hold, and it gives him some purchase as Spencer walks him backwards into the shelves behind them. Tommy hits it with a thud, but he’s too focused on Spencer to care, because fuck, he’s finally kissing him, and Spencer tastes like lime, and his hands are raking all up and down Tommy’s back, and all his mind can give him is Spencer’s name, over and over, surrounded by a buzz of white noise and the crackling of electricity.

It’s no wonder neither of them hear it when the opening rustles, or when footsteps come towards them. “Hey, did you two bozos get lost, or-- Oh, Jesus Christ!”

They jump apart, but it’s far too late. Kiana’s look of disgust is something that will be imprinted in his mind forever. She looks between the two of them, and Tommy feels a rush of shame run through him. (Not regret though. Decidedly not regret.) “You two morons thought a good time for this was in the middle of workday surrounded by your coworkers? Really?”

Tommy’s face feels like it’s on fire. He doesn’t dare look at Spencer, but he imagines he’s the same. Kiana keeps looking between them, disappointment clear on her face. She turns on Spencer. “I mean, you, I expected this from. I thought you were gonna make a move, but in the middle of the damn thing?”

At that, Tommy does look over at him. He looks extremely embarrassed, keeping his eyes on his shoes. He was planning on making a move today? Did he bring Tommy in here with the intention of them making out in the middle of a haunted house like teenagers? That’s… sweet and cute are the only words coming to Tommy’s mind, though he bids them not to. Maybe, he reasons, Spencer Agnew is not a sadist. He’s just an idiot who doesn’t know how to make a move like a normal person.

Kiana speaks again, breaking him from his train of thought: “But you?” He looks up, and she’s looking at him now, her arms crossed. “I thought you were better than this.”

Tommy winces. “Sorry, Kiana,” he mutters.

There’s a long moment of silence where she continues to look between them, then she shakes her head and sighs. “Get the hell off my set,” she says finally. “I don’t wanna see either of you until call time.” She holds open the curtain and points, and they both shuffle past awkwardly, feeling thoroughly reproached.

They retrace their steps in relative silence, as the maze bustles around them, preparing to reset until the shoot actually begins. Once they make it back to the bullpen, past the light-up spiders and where the piece of paper lays crumpled on the ground, Tommy comes to a stop. Spencer stops beside him, footing unsure, and when Tommy turns to face him, he looks like he’s about to say something. An apology, maybe, or a self-depricating joke. But Tommy won’t have that. Instead, he cuts in and says, “Call time for the shoot’s in a couple hours, right?”

Spencer looks confused. “Uh, yeah,” he says. “They’re doing a Try Not to Laugh and a Games video before then. Why?”

This time, Tommy reaches for Spencer’s hand. “I think we could find a way to kill the time,” Tommy says.

There goes that smile again. “Yeah, alright,” Spencer says.

Tommy smiles too, and they sneak off towards the parking lot. He makes a mental note to thank Kiana later, when she’s not pissed off at him anymore. After all, he’s a pretty big fan of haunted houses now.

[potatoesandsunshine]

HI ANNA<3 here i am with more asks. 1 again :), 5, 12, 18, 22, 30 ?

HI ABBY <3 :D thank you for the questions!!

the last sentence you wrote

Instead she purchases two hundred gold pieces worth of ruby dust, still the apprentice she has always, always been.

this is actually from a little story about my wizard jane :) she's in this thing right now where her dead mentor is alive again (kinda) and is communicating with her/puppeting her in her sleep through that eye she stole. has she figured out that that eye maybe needs to come out? well, if that happened, she could someday be alone, so no.

5. first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP (sifting through 1000000000000 WIPs)

The radio crackles, promising favorites of yesterday and today, and Pike knows that fucking guitar intro—of all the songs—I love you like organ failure / It’s never, ever gonna get better.

this document is called 'yeah screw it pike pov' because maybe nobody cared about the last au but god damn i had a great time with it so there will be more

12. a trope you’re really into right now

i've been nonstop every night for the last week reading 'reborn as a villainess' stories. so you could say i'm into it. it may have taken over my life a bit - i kinda wish it was more of a thing in the fic spaces i'm in! i like 'OC/Self-Insert dropped into the world' a lot but i think it would be very fun to do this 'ooooooh what if fate has already doomed me' that all of these stories explore

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

i don't usually keep them! i know it's something a lot of people do, and i'm sure i have a few in a paper notebook somewhere, but if something in a fic isn't working i just say goodbye and delete it

22. do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?

oh constantly. not in a 'will this be popular' way (i write my own ideas and i never think they're going to gain a lot of traction, since i tend to write for things that are a few years old/have really established Big Fics already) but i do have that little voice in my head that says 'if you get one single detail wrong... someone will comment about it and you will Die.' but that has happened before - the one that comes to mind is d20 fans talking about me mixing up the names of the side schools - and guess what? i did not die. the more old and established something is, the less afraid of this i actually am (star wars is old enough that so much stupid shit has happened in it who cares if i let them use paper. i'm not taking your fucking star wars vocab quiz i'm writing about these people wanting to fuck so bad it makes the galaxy look stupid) but in the past it has lead to me talking myself out of writing things, which is pretty sad!

i just try to remind myself that this is For Fun, and that i have never actually been exploded for getting details wrong in a fanfiction that, again, i do for free in my spare time that maybe forty people will read. it's a mixed bag.

30. share a fic you’re especially proud of

you may think i'm going to talk about small jobs for the millionth time because it is my beloved my shining star my castle in the air but in this case! i would like to give a little extra love to and stand by with the champagne which is. undeniably. about barbie princess and the pauper. it's fun!! it was UNBELIEVABLY fun to write. it's silly and a little bit emotional and references the songs of a movie i played until the vhs wore out, i wrote it on a whim last summer, and i hold it in my heart <3

[softhairedhotch]

HAHAHAHA NO WORRIES PLS TAKE UR TIME TO ANSWER MY ASKS!!!! hope u are had a good sleep n are taking care of urself 🫶🫶 and AWWW THANK U pleaseeeee i wish i really did actually Write Write 😪 i just have a very active imagination n too many thoughts...

BUTTT i have to admit.. i did come up with a male oc last time.. may have dumped many thoughts about him n aaron... the premise is that oc joined the BAU and somewhere along the line, aaron and him became FWBs 🤭🤭 n they text A LOT which forms the basis of their friendship n closeness.

i think some of these scenarios r SOOO FUNNY EMBARRASSING bc there's so many ways where i picture them getting close calls and ALMOST getting caught. like they're both super intelligent n responsible men but the moment they're insanely horny... their brains fly out the window 😭😭... but i'd say it'll be AGES before i ever publish something concrete bc i need to brush up my Descriptive writing skills first LMFAOOO (bc i'm more of an academic writer which just focuses on getting to the point so my vocabulary is like. Horrible.) but lmk if u ever wna hear any of them bc i'll be more than happy to share HEHEHE .

maybe one day i'd just come off anon n create an account to actually talk Talk to u but I'm Shy 😪👉👈 LMFAOOOOOO SORRY this is SOOOO funny thinking abt how i literally said the most god awful filthiest things abt aaron n im yapping abt being embarrassed

-🤲

I WANNA ANSWER YOUR ASKS IMMEDIATELY OUGH THEY'RE JUST SO GOOOOOD!! curse stupid silly tumblr app formatting asks so that i can't read it when i'm tryna answer </3 and GOD I GETCHA, that's how i used to be and sometimes get with some characters/fandoms but with aaron i just gotta WRITE !! i have way too many ideas though so i only get the short one-shots out and not the stuff i really wanna write, like the multi-chapter fics n angst and stuff with my ocs </3 i'm praying i can sometime soon

YESYESYEYESYESYESYSEY I LOOOOOOOOVE MALE OC'S HOLY FUCK PLEAE PLEASE PLESAEEEE LEMME KNOW ANYTJHING AND EVERYTHING ABOUT YOUR OCS!! like i live off of oc's, ESPECIALLY MALE OC'S oh my god i have SO MANY and so many plans for aaron x male oc fics. i have some mostly written but ending them is HARD.

i looove the idea of FWBs hehe that's sooo good. like they get stressed on a case and end up fuckin somehow (even better if it's the classic one bed trope) and oop it just becomes a habit hehe :') LMAOOO I LOVE THAT THO, THEM CONSTANTLY ALMOST GETTING CAUGHT BC THE MOMENT THEY'RE HORNY THEY BECOME DUMB NEEDY MEN LMFAOOO. i can imagine them just being silly n super casually walking to each others rooms at the hotel and like dave sees aaron walking toward's oc's room one night and is just like "you sure that's your room, aaron? 🤨" and aaron is just like "oh... right... yeah... wrong room" and walks back to his own room in embarrassment LMFAOOOO. dave cockblocked him fr BUT YES PLEASE TELL ME ALL OF YOUR THOUGHTS I WANNA HEAR THEM FOREVER AHHH ANYTHING ABOUT AARON N OC'S WOULD MAKE ME SO HAPPY

omgomgomg if you did that i would DIE i'd be SOOOOO EXCITED SDKHFKSDFJ but don't feel pressured to !!!! like i understand that you're shy hehe (me too!!!) but just know i would LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE to talk to you!! but i do love talking to you over anon too, so do whatever you feel comfortable with <3 feel free to carry on sending the filthiest asks, it makes my day lol (and feel free to talk about literally anything you want as well, i'd love to get to know you!!)

[intrepidradish]

Media: Star Wars

Year/my age: 2018/28

What drew me to the media:

It was 2017, the Last Jedi came out, and I stewed in the "hmm, that had a certain zest to it" for about a month. I liked Star Wars before like any child raised in the 90s with a father. We went the prequels and heard the complaints coming home from the theater. My dad died in October of 2017, but he did see The Force Awakens. I wonder what he would have thought about The Last Jedi, where Luke is a jaded, angry, failure of an old man. Probably like the rest of the old guard, spitting inconsolable rage.

At the time, I was in a newish job and so bored stupid I was depressed about it. I was living alone for the first time, in a new city and state, and I wanted to die. Pretty good recipe to get obsessed.

What made me a fan:

I am nothing if not consistent. The dark prince trope really fucking chest stabs me. I am a reylo. Or at least, I was. The Last Jedi is a very polarizing film. If someone is talking about it, they either love it or hate it.

Regardless, I think Rian Johnson is a better storyteller than JJ Abrams could ever hope to be. Even if you are annoyed about his choices, he has a point of view. JJ Abrams is the most milquetoast of writers, which is why we got at the end of the sequels the most milquetoast of stories. An average of opinions is the most dull one. He made few narrative stances, but a few were quiet clear. Rose and Finn and Poe were abandoned, and Reylo was shot in the face.

But those weren't things that made me a fan, just abruptly killed me interest.

So what itch did Reylo scratch? It's like Beauty and the Beast. Good, innocent heroine! Mean, evil villain. It's very simple. Enemies to Lovers is so ripe a plot device. Does she get turned? Does he get redeemed? How? Why? In what world or situation?

Kylo Ren is sort of an interesting monster too. He's a spoiled manbaby with a sword. Rey was pretty cookie cutter a heroine, but she had a spike of anger in her, which I always appreciate for storytelling.

I don't know what was the breaking point to read fanfiction, but I did, and I read fanfiction for months and months and months.

The meta was the best too, because everyone was trying to predict the next movie. Everyone thought that Disney was quite smart (they aren't), that they were making history (they weren't). But Star Wars has such lengthy, decades of lore, the meta pulled from everywhere.

Have I written fanfiction for it?

I tried, but it was terrible. I think I wrote 700 words for it. I did a retelling of that first torture scene where Rey and Kylo met. I never published it, thank god.

Why or why not:

It goes back to the lore thing. Too much of it! Also the fans were...ahem... frothing at the mouth violent.

Opinion on the fandom:

"I am cringe, but I am free."

The most important thing I took away from observing this absolutely dumpster-fire warzone is that you gotta protect yourself first and create a space that you can enjoy. I'm thankful for being a reylo because I was really really enjoying something very controversial. (oh no, two adults in a challenging relationship that may or may not be abusive. The horror. I've never seen that anywhere! Why could I possibly want to read about that?)

But it ripped the bandaid off. I like things that are cringe, and interacting with cringe things have improved my life (dare I say, made me a better person? ...no i darest not say it). It's also given me a lot of confidence in how I interact online. If I don't like something being said. I move on. It's very easy. If someone gets in my face about it, I block them. Do not engage.

I recommend everyone discover their cringe. It feels good. It heals you. Post anonymously. Savor it.

My opinion of the fandom is that its awful. Do not interact with it.

I dabbled again in it for the Mandalorian because I liked Cob/Mando. But even that wore on my patience very quickly.

Would I read again?

Star Wars is huge, but it's also Disney, which tastes bad. I don't watch their shows right now. Can I say I won't be dragged back into it at any point? No, I can't. It could happen again. I'm not immune to the call of massive sci fi universes. I really hope not. I have other things going on that need my attention.

[qweenexplosionmurder13]

The erotica/smut debate

Since dark romance and smut in books is being debated, I'd like to put my two cents in.

First and foremost, this is ADULT content. Children should not be consuming it, so I don't want to hear "oh but the children." It's not for them and it never has been.

Second, there is a difference between what you can enjoy in fiction and what you may enjoy in real life. I am a LESBIAN with a revulsion to pregnancy, and love reading breeding fics. Reading is a way to explore the taboo without having to do it in real life. Just because someone like CNC in a book/fic DOES NOT MEAN, they want to be SA'd or even that they like that kink IRL. It's FICTION. It's NOT REAL.

Now, I understand being critical of books (because it's mainly published work that I've seen this issue) if you were not thoroughly warned before reading or if you read it and found that you just didn't like the book. I especially understand calling out any type of xenophobia, racism, transphobia, homophobia, and any other type of harmful rhetoric.

That, however, is not an excuse to bash women and queer people for enjoying erotica/smut. If you don't enjoy it, or don't understand it, then don't read it. And for the love of God, stop saying it's not "real reading." If you are sitting down to read something that is a net positive. Yes, branching out and reading different things is good, but if you just want to read erotica, DO IT.

You will never see me shame people for enjoying reading when illiteracy and a lack of media literacy is on the rise.

Last thing: comparing erotica/smut to porn is just obnoxious. No one is being exploited in this material and it is primarily made BY women and queer people FOR women and queer people. Also, you are echoing purity culture. Let that shit die already for fucks sake.

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk. Stupid comments will be blocked.

[the-firebird69]

Freya Ridings - Castles (Official Video) So I gotta hold her one day and I said, what's up with you? And no, but I helped do this. And he says he thinks it's in the future and it is. And she says he doesn't love me anymore, and he is a nut case. in an animal. and some. And he is done So they make this video because they discovered their husbands are queers. and they mean it. And someone's taking their penises off. and they don't really care that much. And they're horribly stupid. And who wants to be in a castle with one of them? If you're me. not me. So I heard that they sort of knew before. but they weren't really sure that. a main theme. or something that you're gonna do. Then recently they investigated it. and were horrified Now I did this video. and they're all wearing. certain clothing And they like bridesmaids. But they're in business attire. And if they add a blouse. or shirt underneath, they're ready for doing the real thing. And she is just in a bathroom. Taking a bath so they have an idea of what you do.. And this has been a horrific experience with these people This should now is shut. that they're no good. Their men are completely gone. and toast. And that's we're gonna have to get rid of, though. And that's a whole bunch of them here. And they're all **** and stupid and if you talk to my husband, you start beating it well because it's. their **** **** plan. He said to Brock Lesnar last week. he told him what they're up to, and he goes, aren't they going out on a limb. they started laughing and said, you're going to take your sister's body over. Was it your plan from the beginning? It says some other stuff, and they thought about it and came back later and said, do you think God is gonna really accept that?. so it says, if everybody's gone, he might have to. But then he said, you're gone. and close a girl's brain. Not yours. It's kind of funny. It was the guy started cringing, and he's buckling over. And he's saying, what's gonna happen to us? And he and Brock Lesnar said, you're going to die. That's all It's going to happen to you. Nothing else is here, sitting there, torturing him, because you're so **** stupid. That's exactly what it is So I guess we should publish. And I'm saying other things. And these girls are saying other things. They're fairly evil with this. These people are disgusting. These men are **** and Queers. They're psychotic, and they're done. I mean, there's nothing you can do with them.. And there are some other things I'm thinking about What's your not very fun It seems my old man might have opted to be as stupid as these people. And he seemed no, but we'll see if he gets his brain back. What happens? is the other fool thinks he can do it. My husband says just a death sentence. Giving yourself. and he got real upset. And he says this guy is dying all the time. These people are all dying. Leadership is dying. And there's a Holocaust on them because of their **** ****. And that was it. He's thinking it's wrong and he's trying to get out of it. And then an idiot animal on board is not letting him. And my husband says you haven't really done anything. or tried much compared or tried much compared to these idiots. who are completely out of their minds.. They're insane.. I'm really kind of a setup for Mac's proper who wanna robotic size a woman. It's a Stepford principles. And these ladies went and looked at it and said I wanna. arm our bodies with robotics But you suck at it. So they had some game and it worked. And they admitted they don't know how. And will and Bill know how and the Max proper. and also they get mad. and said we're screwed here. Screwed there. But those guys the ones doing it. But we can't go near you people cause you're so dangerous cause you're such pushovers. and you're getting sicker and everyone else is getting sick. and he says they go frappuccus radiation and you have to try and it's hard. and mostly the phosphate here in Florida. makes it harder than everywhere else. If that'll help. That's why people leave You got it in the food. You have it in the water We take too much. You can just start ****. But this is my song and I helped make it happen. And I know I did because I had her stretched as castle business. I had started the castle business and I had this woman to it and these girls figured it out. Going on. and their idiots are toast and have to go. and it's because of the Mac proper and it's too much of a struggle. And they have to treat them like babies only to get hurt by them. And my husband says just use a double barrel. Then it's no question. And some of them do. And it works Then the ladies are forced to. and the ties are gone and they're gone. And it's coming up right now. It's happening here They're hearing it from their **** that they **** **** on purpose. And there are bunch of winners. And it's going to be one of them. And all the stupid **** is coming out of them. But this is so you died and you're stupid And they look over and say that probably happened. And then they say they can't help it. So that's what's happening here and we need a lot of backup. But I plan on taking the castle and it's gonna happen soon because those caverns are going to ruin it. And there's a war over there. That's how it's gonna happen. And this. stupid idiot will think that he's gonna win everything because we had him move the castle and we have to. away from him. That's what's gonna happen. And it's it's because of Tommy F. and starts a war with him because he's a cheap **** **** ****

Hera

These people are fairly stupid. I didn't think they were that stupid What he's been saying is they're extremely dumb, like animals. and they are. And there's too many around us in their thinking really **** **** all the time. And it's worse than his numeric cause. They're all thinking of doing it all the time. And he says no. you're not really getting it. So that's how they are. They want to roboticize our lady after they take over. So we're starting to see that they're stupid. They're playing a ruse on this guy And for some reason you believe him that he has stuff. And if you're wrong, you're inheriting nothing. And you give up your armies to live his life of absolute misery and fear and neglect. and neglect and abuse as a foreigner who's a child. I mean, you're freaking enough people. It's so dumb And that's what he was saying. You need to exterminate them. And it's trying to tell his people to. throw them into a fire But they're so dumb that they're messing up the whole plan. Every plan and they can make them do stuff.. In other words, it's more or less zombie land And that's what we're stuck in.

Preston

 So it's gross it's ridiculous it's disgusting and I. have this idiot on board like some other people and it did come from them. But the Max proper had it happened They think they can do anything, take over anything Now these morons think it. and they're inspiring by. doing the surgeries and having them do it. That's how they're doing it. It's not psychological You're forcing them into it by doing the transplant. Now they're gonna make Mac do it to Trump to try and blame him and his screw. And that's how people are talking about. Yeah. But our friend says is this is how people are infiltrating. and the Mac proper are doing things to you and your friends and they're losing all of their faculty and their armies because they are not a professional fighting force and said they were and have not done anything to the max that would deter them from doing everything they wanted in the first place.. And it's absolutely true. You don't do **** to them. And they're the ones doing the surgeries, taking your gray matter and everything else that matters And we've had it with you people. You're so damn dumb.

bill

And yeah, there are a bunch of Queens, and they let their guard down in their **** Tommy F2 they don't know how to fight, and they're not. And we got a warnings from our son and daughter. and orders, he says. And he told us to. And we are taking over Tommy F and Trump there spent and they're not willing to fight because they are stupid. The Max spent a long time at dementing and twisting them. And it's turning out to be a waste of time to stick them in our to stick them in our face. And they made the mistake and they don't get it. And that's their tough **** This stuff is very rough and horrible. It's too much for a young guy and he has to go to wasp and he knows it. And of course he does he says. And you're ridiculous and this is gross that your man in here stuck here knows that you're out of line and your plan is going to be whacked and messed up. No sane pressed on Earth could put up with these people in what they're doing with to our son. Nobody would be able to do it. And they keep telling you, shut it down, turn it off. Get the **** **** out of here. Turn them around and you're doing it the other way because you're such a brilliant idiot. So the foregone conclusion is that your your knocked out in nitrogen. and that's probably what it is. You sound that way. and it's kind of getting a little late. You get to get it to you before the drug wears off. You can see that all. but really weird going to start creaming people who promote this stupid **** This is it's a series of threats and it's far too much. We can hardly adhere to any of it. because it's too much of it and it's too much for them to understand. So we go down and invade But really he's he put it right on the head You're infiltrating by switching out brains. I think we do it somehow. And they're threatening us by threatening him and threatening our mother. And there is news. that the fleet of stone chips is beginning to prep to heat up all of it. And the other fleets and they will be destroyed. There's no doubt in my mind they're they've got to go. They like this simple **** **** **** here. Billy Hicks. Boy, they have big miles and stupid things to say. against a fierce enemy. And a whole bunch of enemies too. They're also fairly fierce. I mean, wow, what a bunch of sissies. You people don't try it all. And Sam here as I tried for years. He's just a blithering, bliering idiot. He's a street person We need him out all.

Thor Freya. He could hardly stand this guy in Westborough Now people have turned him up and they left him there and he's crushing whoever sponsors it and you won't stop doing it, and you're all going to be gone. And we understand it's your master plan. So that empire has eight times as much stuff as Trump had at first. And Trump has 1/8 of what the empire has. So these two groups are going full bore on our son, thinking that they're going to win something. And psychology is simple. It's down. It's down to Earth. and we should stop questioning it until after them, because they're planning on taking over the planet......

Olympus and her son is Levon, and he's sitting here doing it and it's on purpose. And people do arrive to what we have, and Thor and Freya just said And Hera and has been saying it, and it is his work and he is a wicked adversary You people have to shut the hell up where his people and there's nothing else we're going to be. But boy, you rude and insolent.

[gaykarstaagforever]

Project 2025 is a massive manifesto, so I'm not going to read it, and neither are you. But

It IS a manifesto, and

Many people HAVE read it, and are presenting Wikipedia-like synopsises of all its terrible ideas, for free, on the Internet.

Sure, the GOP / Far Right / Conservative / Techbro Plutocrats aren't a monolith. But never before have all of their evil, stupid, gross shared ideas been this succinctly put into a handy form. The Heritage Foundation really did us a solid, here, creating a Mein Kampf that showcases all their convoluted, fantastical, murder-clown ideals.

This isn't propaganda or spin from them. This is authentically who they are, put together by a man who frequently and eagerly declares that his side needs to burn the Republic down and kill everyone who dares to oppose what he's decided his God wants. Which is basically a return to the 1870s. And I only don't go earlier than that because they haven't openly called for officially reinstituting Black slavery yet.

Yet.

The point is, you don't have the excuse this year of "Well both parties basically want the same things," or "Trump is just full of bluster, they don't intend to do most of that."

They just published their gameplan. It's as obvious as it has ever been. And it is obviously a big "fuck off and die" to everyone who isn't like maybe 20 million out of 300+ million people.

Trump didn't write it and thinks reading is for nerds and doesn't like sticking to plans, so no, Project 2025 isn't his plan. But as always, he delegates the hard work to lesser people who kind of get him, and then rewards them if they happen to nail it. So all of this is in line with his goals. Which are, sans Project 2025, utterly fascistic and geared toward making America one big cotton plantation again.

I didn't appreciate it either, until now. When someone tells you proudly that they're going to ruin you for Great Justice, they're not being funny or joking. They're serious, because they think that's cool.

And if you don't stop them, they'll "cool" you into a camp. Or a grave.

Take. The. Hint.

[stopdrunkdriving]

The Spirit is willing but where is your LIGHT?

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The Spirit is willing but where is your LIGHT?

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The voice is calling.

The Spirit is willing but where is the LIGHT!

Koa Sinag Ministries – The voice is calling!

Deuteronomy 6:5 “Hear, O Israel (Replace your name with Israel)! The Lord is our God, the Lord is one [the only God]! 5You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and mind and with all your soul and with all your strength [your entire being]. 6These words, which I am commanding you today, shall be [written] on your heart and mind. 7You shall teach them diligently to your children [impressing God’s precepts on their minds and penetrating their hearts with His truths] and shall speak of them when you sit in your house and when you walk on the road and when you lie down and when you get up.

We as the children of God must be very careful not to be too carefree about living like the world – Think like the world and confusingly speak like the world. I do grasp that one has to provide for one’s family but how deep will you draw the line in the sand? On which side will you make your stand? Our children are caught up in fickle gender wars and been exposed to absolute stupidity. Sense and reality is out the door – left the building. The Devil is turning this world upside down and most people are not even noticing anything. You can’t greet someone and you have offended them so severely that they want to die on the spot. It s crazy but it is a reality of the end times.

We are all aware of those small foxes which crept into our lives and sadly have become part of our daily routines. Maybe you have been sinning and never understood that you are living on the fringes of God’s grace. You could be doing something which sorrows the Holy Spirit and not even realize it. Think about it – A small spark can devastate a forest!

Come on Guys – Let’s be real for a moment. We are not called to live like slaves but STRONG Warriors! The burden of sin is heavy and only ends up in death. The death which is mentioned here is SPIRITUAL death.  It creeps in slowly and kills your joy for the Lord. So my question is this – How bright is your LIGHT for Christ? Is it a small flickering or a raging fire…?

We have been set apart – sanctified – bought by the blood of Jesus Christ and spirit filled. It’s a tough job but you have been chosen by God to do great things for his Kingdom.

This is not heaven (yet) or the new earth – we are here to set examples and be the LIGHT on the hilltop for the lost and wary.

As more and more revivals are breaking out around the world – you and I must wakeup – IT IS TIME TO SHINE. For those who are able to be part of those revivals – that is awesome; but for us which is in the trenches fighting the good fight –STAY STRONG!

You have been called to CALL the lost to safety… YOU ARE THE ONE – YOU WILL MAKE A CHANGE IN MANY PEOPLES LIVES.

Prayer:

Father GOD – YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE FOR ME. You are the hope of all my dreams and sorrows. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and have saved me ample times. You have lifted me out of despair. I praise you and love you with all my heart.

I pray and ask that you will use me and setup my destiny as you called it before time existed. You dreamt of me doing great things for your Kingdom – let it be so! Use me and work through me – I want to be your hands and feet. Let the dead rise around me and the sick be healed with a gentle touch. As Jesus said “You will do greater things than I did” – Let it be so!

Spirit blow your wind in my life – revive this fire in my soul! MAKE IT BURN! Spark your Spirit to revive and SHINE!

I pray this in the name of Jesus Christ – AMEN!

[starjxsung]

Hi, it's novaa! How are you doing, pretty??? Are you alright, star?? 💖💖

Disappeared for a few days and then I come back to see you having a whole side blog (I did nawt get to vote 😭😭). Wow. It is so much easier now.

Anyways, I NEED HELP. ONE OF MY FRIEND IS GOING OUT OF COUNTRY FOR A MONTH AND BEFORE SHE GOES I NEED TO GIVE HER A GIFT. I'm writing letters and I have absolutely no idea what in gonna write, it's for her to read for when she gets bored while she's out and I'm not online which might sound stupid BUT I JUST WANT TO MAKE SOMETHING FOR HER HELP. I'm writing several of them, like 10 letters, so xjjajwdjjs idk. 😭😭😭😭

That's all lmao, hope you liked the bollywood songs, will come back with more recommendations later!! Bye star, eat well and stay hydrated bubss <33

HIIIII MY SWEET NOVA 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 I hope you’re doing so good !!!!!! We are indeed officially in the era of side blog…. I had a strong aversion to having 2 blogs at first but it’s slowly growing on me and I feel a lot less pressure answering asks when I don’t have to be staring at my masterlist in the face knowing I haven’t published something in who knows how long 😭 side blog is just fresher. I love it here ‼️‼️

ALSO GIFT IDEAS…….. first of all that little letter thing is SO CUTE????? I would die if a friend wrote me letters to take while I was on a trip oh my god she’s going to love it 😭😭 does she like plushies by chance? A plushie would be a really cute idea for her to take on her trip so she can think of you whenever she feels sad or lonely !! One of my friends got me this little stuffed goat from their hometown and mailed it to me before a solo trip and it was the most comforting thing ever when I was feeling anxious or down 🥹 if not a plushie I also think keychains or jewelry are always a cute idea!!!! I love having little keychains on my bag when I travel (especially cute ones like Sanrio characters) and jewelry is also something she can wear for the duration of the trip! Like a necklace or a ring or something?

You’re such a good friend ahhh let me know what you decide on gifting her!!!! Can’t wait to hear all about when she reads her letters :’)

I love you!!!!! Yes I am always taking new music recs when you have them! Take care of yourself my angel 💞💓💕💗💖👼